Surface Hurricane Ridge Brooklyn's morning coffee at the

Brooklyn's morning coffee at the local diner came without whiskey

not the wave

letting the bike blur slightly as it passed through the frame

The mountains along the Antarctic Peninsula rise straight out of the sea — there are no foothills

One wave peeling clean

Surface Hurricane Ridge Brooklyn's morning coffee at thePismo, on California's Central Coast, is what a working surf town looked like before they were cleaned up wide brown sand, an old wooden pier, a beach you can still drive onto at Oceano just south. Jeremy shot this on a day when the surf was too heavy to ride: a tight crop on the lip and the foam, dark water curling against bright white. The wave doesn't get to be a landscape. It gets to be a shape.